German Word For Punchable Face Novels & Stories

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

“Hooh, then, loser has to…post on Instapost an embarrassing photo of themselves.” “Oi, you’ve done that with my picturesss already.” “Alright, I’ll go first—” “Don’t ignore me—” He does just that, holding up one of his cards as he pops some chicken into his mouth. “What does it mean to get face-washed?” Instead of continuing my protest, I try to think about it honestly. I know it can’t actually be to wash your face, but… “Uhm…hit your face on the ice?”

The woman grunted but didn’t speak. She threw a hard punch at his face. Elian’s knees buckled, for a woman, she knew how to throw a punch alright, a very hard and painful one at that. He grabbed onto the sink, breathing heavily and laughed weakly, the sound unhinged. “You’re so fucking weak and pathetic cornering me like this.” He said shakily as the darkness began to consume his vision. “You better know what you're fucking doing, cause when I wake up, you'd wish you hadn't done something as foolish as this.*

As soon as he said this, the ruffians jumped to their feet furiously and surrounded him like a pack of wolves. The thin man's eyes were vicious as he cursed, "Do you want to die, punk?!" He then swung a punch at Elio’s face without mercy.

He explained calmly. I sat there for a while letting his words soak in before a burst of confidence rushed through me. "Fuck you and your rules." I said in his face as I emphasized the word 'fuck' He clenched his jaw and his eyes flared with anger, but he took a deep breath before speaking. "You just got here so imma let this slide. But just know I don't do this often so do it again and I won't hesitate to slit your wrist." He said calmly as his hands rested on his temples.

I didn't need to look at his face to know he has a wide grin plastered across his lips. He removes his hands from my shoulder, and I almost asked him to put them back. I sighed inwardly. I took my stance, packed up a punch... "Try imagining the face of maybe... the general." I nod my head to what he said, tightened my fist and then hit the dummy with so much anger that I had earlier for the general. "Wow that is good, you must really want to beat up the general." Christian chuckled, I laughed. "But let's be honest. That punch would definitely not impress the general. So is there anyone else you would want to beat to a pulp?" He questioned. I nod in reply, already having a name In my mind.

When I open my eyes again, something is different, my face is no longer covered, I feel disoriented, and to my surprise, there is a face in front of my face, it's a bit weird that that is the one thing that i choose to focus on right now, but despite my disorientation, I have the urge to punch him. "You're a pretty one, ain't ya," he says spittle flying everywhere. "You just need to add some meat on your bones," he says, his hand reaching up to touch my face. My face must have reflected my disgust because suddenly his face contorts, and he grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes my face close to his

His skin was so great as though it was produced using mud. It should feel better to hold. As he mulled over everything, he reached out his hand to disturb Ethan very much as he did with Henry. Before his hand could contact Ethan's body, Ethan slap him hard, Ethan let it all out. Rolly face was hit hard by then. He touched his paralyzed face, and the grin all over vanished immediately. "How dare you venture to hit me?" "Definitely, so what? Bastard! Who do you think you are? If you dare to touch me once more, I'll cleave off your dick!"

If that was the case, then… Heinrich raised his eyes on him once again, eyes stable and determined. Then, Heinrich just has to take it physically. Catching him by surprise as he intended to, Heinrich rose up from his seat and threw a punch on his face. His nose flared with heavy breaths. The impact of his fist was hard, it left bruises on his knuckles.

********************************************** *PUNCH* Motherfucking! *PUNCH* Arrogant! *PUNCH* Self-absorbed! *PUNCH* Italian! *PUNCH* Prick! *PUNCH* Sweat ran down my face as my fist continued to make contact with the punching bag. It continued like this for another 30 minutes before I yelled out in frustration and roundhouse kicked the bag harder than necessary, causing it to break the chain connecting it to the ceiling and split in half on the gym floor. One freaking month. Thirty goddamned days!!! That’s how long it’s been since the little excursion with Ace in the basement. My fists clenched at the memory: